Immortality begins with contemplation

"Why did you come here? You don't know that Master is coming back today!"

On the path back to Yaoliu Valley, Ye Bufan frowned and scolded Chu Mian, who was more than half a head taller than him, "Senior brother, senior brother, please be more careful!"

That gaze, that look, perfectly showed what is meant by "hating iron but not becoming steel".

Chu Mian wasn't angry either. He just nodded with a smile and said, "Ah, yes, yes! My brother is indeed not as good as my junior brother."

"You know too?"

Ye Bufan raised his eyes and squinted at Chu Mian, snorting coldly: "I have only been cultivating for half a year, and I have reached the seventh level of transformation. I will soon be able to join the ranks of immortal cultivators! No matter whether I am a person or a cultivator, you are not the best."

Got it."

Ah,

The little brats in this world are no different from those in the previous life. When others praise them a few times, they don’t even know their names.

"Take two steps quickly. Master is waiting for you in Danjitang!"

"Okay."

……

Yaoliu Valley, Danjitang.

Light smoke rises from the incense burner and floats in the air, giving the entire hall a refreshing fragrance.

The original tranquility and elegance was broken by a passionate howl, and Chu Mian ran in excitedly, saying loudly: "Master! Master! This disciple has lived up to his trust, and his cultivation has finally improved! Look, Master, he has transformed.

Mortal realm! Second level!! Perfection!!!"

With that said, Chu Mian held out her arm to the old man and waited expectantly for the other man to examine her.

Ye Bufan, who was following behind him, was dumbfounded after hearing this. He then suppressed his laughter and said with a strange expression: "I remember, senior brother, you have already reached the late second level three months ago.

Now that three months have passed, have we reached perfection?"

On the main seat, Ni Fengtian, who was coughing lightly, finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He slapped Chu Mian's outstretched arm away. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he coughed violently. "You cough, cough, cough."

Cough! You cough, cough, cough..."

"Master, you are not in good health, so don't get angry."

Ye Bufan hurriedly stepped forward and patted Ni Fengtian's heart. His eyes were full of heartache, "Although senior brother's understanding is too poor, don't you have a disciple? It's not okay to let your body get worse for some trivial things."

It’s worth it, Master!”

As he spoke, Ye Bufan's eyes were still glancing at Chu Mian. Although he was comforting the master, his words revealed a mockery of Chu Mian, "Senior brother, you still haven't apologized to the master? Are you going to

Master is so angry that you are happy?!"

Scolds mixed with coughs floated back and forth in the room. However, Chu Mian didn't even look at Ye Bufan. His originally excited expression gradually faded away, leaving him only disappointed, "Master... this disciple has really worked hard to practice."

..."

"Get out! Cough cough cough... give it to me as a teacher, huh... get out!"

Chu Mian felt happy in her heart, but her face didn't show anything. She opened her mouth to speak, but saw Ye Bufan take a step forward and push him back, "Didn't you hear what the master said? Get out of here?!"
Seeing that the fire was almost over, Chu Mian took advantage of the situation and turned around to leave. The moment before he stepped out of the threshold, he seemed to have thought of something. His body was trembling slightly and his fists were clenched.

He shook his head and said in a hoarse voice without looking back, "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty!"

"Bang!"

"Wow——"

A tea bowl flew through the air, shattered into pieces after contact with the door frame, and the tea was scattered all over the floor. If Ni Fengtian's violent coughing had not affected his accuracy, it would have hit Chu Mian's head directly.
"Go away!!! Cough cough cough cough cough..."

……

I don’t know how long it took before Ni Fengtian’s coughing gradually stopped. His hands were shaking because he was so angry.

This traitor!

Ye Yifan silently tidied up the toilet, then came behind Ni Fengtian and continued to caress his back. At the same time, he said in an unsatisfied tone: "Master, according to the disciple's cultivation speed, it will take at most half a year to enter the Qi-Entraining Realm.

The master has a long face! As for the senior brother, he will probably never be able to become an immortal cultivator in this life. What’s the use of such a disciple staying? It’s better to just expel the master!”

Hearing this, Ni Fengtian's eyelids narrowed slightly. Ye Bufan, who was standing behind him, did not see the deep meaning flashing in his eyes.

"The greatest...ahem, the greatest achievement in my life as a teacher is to accept you as a little disciple who knows how to live well. However, Fan'er, my life span, ahem, should not be waiting for me, ahem.

Cough..."

"Master, please stop talking..."

"Ahem...listen to me, hear me out..."

"Master..."

Ye Bufan's voice was full of tears, and two clouds of mist filled his eyes. He turned around and was about to leave, "I'm going to teach this bastard Chu Mian a lesson!"

"Listen to the teacher!"

Ni Fengtian's skinny palm grabbed Ye Bufan, "As a teacher, I was seriously injured when I was young. In this life, my cultivation level has only stayed in the realm of entraining qi and cannot be promoted. Ahem...if it weren't for this hand...

The alchemy skill is passable, but...cough! I can't control Yaoliu Valley. As a teacher, I am useless in this life, but my biggest hope is to find a piece of jade, cultivate it with my own hands, and then see him with my own eyes.

, see him become an immortal cultivator!"

As he spoke, Ni Fengtian sighed heavily, and his figure seemed to have aged in an instant. He waved his hand to signal the other party not to interrupt yet. He continued like he was reminiscing, but also looking forward to: "Looking, looking, choosing for the teacher.

I finally chose your senior brother, but it turns out that your senior brother is not that piece of uncut jade. Fortunately, there is no perfect way, cough cough cough cough... I have found your peerless piece of jade again.

!Being a teacher, cough cough cough... I am very happy to be a teacher!"

"Master, this disciple will definitely live up to your expectations! He will definitely become an excellent immortal cultivator!"

"Alas! But it's too late..."

Ye Bufan frowned and asked: "Why did Master say this?"

Ni Fengtian looked at this young disciple with soft eyes and said hoarsely: "My master's life is short, I'm afraid I won't last more than half a year, and I won't see the day when you enter the Qi Entraining Realm... Cough cough cough cough!

”

What!

Ye Bufan had been accumulating tears for a long time, and finally burst out of his eyes! With a 'pop', he knelt down in front of Ni Fengtian, and was about to open his mouth to cry, but was stared back by Ni Fengtian, "Cry! My greatest wish as a teacher,

Even though I can see you officially become an immortal cultivator, I am telling you all this now just to encourage you to practice faster, so that you can fulfill your expectations before your body dies and your path disappears as a teacher!"

As he said that, he put his palm on Ye Bufan's shoulder, "Are you confident?"

"Even if the disciple is shattered to pieces, he must fulfill the master's wish!"